When a story about a character in the film makes the paper it is a banner headline on the top of the front page, no matter how obscure the character is or how trifling, in the great scheme of things, the event is. At the beginning of the classic B-Movie The Ghost of the Monster George Macready, a popular small town doctor, is gravely ill and the headline in the town paper is something such as BELOVED DOCTOR SICK. This while World War II was raging. The convention hasn’t changed since.
Ever live in a small town? Aside from ones like JAPS BOMB PEARL HARBOR, ALLIES LAND IN NORMANDY, and HITLER DEAD!, I’ll bet the vast majority of headlines in that period were about locals.
The reasoning is roughly “This must be the most important place on Earth, 'cause The Dear Lord put us here!”
my Sauer 38H has a cock/decock button …
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When the first actor is talking on the phone (old style, like wired), and the person on the other end of the line hangs up on the first one before a formal end to the conversation, and the first one looks into the phone receiver/handpiece. Expecting what?
Oh, and going back to the original topic of dinosaur vocalizations, rather than their classification…
Most bird sounds require the syrinx, which hadn’t evolved in pre-avians. So they wouldn’t be singing, or even crowing. Hissing is definitely the most likely for Theropods. (Some other dinosaurs, like Parasaurolophus, may have made more interesting sounds…but non-avian Theropods lacked any kind of vocal structure, so far as we know.)
I’ll bet it was quite a hiss, though; can you imagine something that big hissing?
In mining, when you enter a cave or a tunnel without a hard hat, safety boots, and a cap lamp, you don’t need a safety inspector or a foreman to chew you out. Only the really folhardy will go in without those three items.
Hawaii and DC require registration of all firearms and NY requires registration of all handguns. So do all the Territories. A number of states have a registration requirement for some classes of handguns and/or keep a registry of sales by serial number and purchaser. Some cities require registration by local ordinance. AFAICT even then in virtually all of those you may carry any gun that is registered in your name.
I expect that if any of us were kicked in the drawers we’d be down for a spell. Left unexplained is what exactly the bad guy was doing in someone’s drawers. (Nora Charles: “I read where you were shot 5 times in the tabloids.” Nick Charles: “It’s not true. He didn’t come anywhere near my tabloids.”)
Actually I’m going to be contrary on that point…
One time I was playing soccer and a defender tried to blast the ball clear but instead it hit me square in the 'nads. But I saw I had a clear path to goal so I just sprinted along, and scored. Only then did I drop down on all fours for a while with the familiar intense groin pain.
I saw a couple of players roll their eyes, incredulous that such a delayed reaction could happen. But it did. True story.
Thank you.
Also, how can they miss? Cameras now can track subjects very well, some can even track the closest eye. Space guns, however, need to be aimed with scopes that have useless symbols running around.
Nava, no entendieron el chiste.
“Cajones” means drawers in Spanish.
“Cojones” means testicles.
English-speakers pronounce both the same kuh-HOE-ness.
Well played, sir; well played.
Space robots that can’t speak. I’m talking to you Star Wars’ R2D2 and friends
While in uniform. Even the barbarians all wear identical fur skirts.
But, and this is important, furniture drawers, not the underwear type. If they were the underwear type it might still hurt to be hit in them.
Now, how many movies have we seen in which anybody wears furniture? (Cross-eyed emoticon goes here.)
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…
Missing Rearview Mirror.
What about that movie about the Ottoman empire?
They would chaise people around.
Now THAT must have been awkward.
Now I want to make “getting hit in the furniture” a new SDMB catchphrase…
I believe that death row for men is in Michigan City (northern Indiana, not terribly far from Chicago). Women’s death row is in Indianapolis.
Some dumb things in movies/tv shows I’ve noticed:
- Police stations and hospitals are usually as dark as a
medieval dungeon. - People never lock their front doors when they go out.
- People never say “hello” or “good-bye” when using a phone.
- Nobody thinks twice about coming in from outdoors and then
lying on the bed with their shoes on.